Fuck you, Pianos January 31, 2009
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But really. Fuck you completely over packed shitty party. Fuck you seven dollar beer that someone stole off my table and drank. Fuck you dude who SCREAMED at me when some dumb bitch pushed me into you. Fuck you girl who spilled a drink all over my feet. Finally, fuck you Pianos you are the worst bar on the planet.
THE BLACK VIOLIN January 31, 2009
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Mildly buzzed after a quick stop at soundfix lounge (BYE! WILL MISS YOU) my roommate and I headed into the city for our restaurant week reservation at Tabla.
Roaming through union square station I heard the beautiful sounds of GNR’s sweet child o mine coming from above the platform we were on. I love the people who perform in the subway so I knew I HAD to see this. Of course, the musician DID NOT DISAPPOINT!! He was playing a fucking ELECTRIC VIOLIN. WHUT? It was black and had all these crazy lights on it. He had metal head hair and his jeans were hanging up on the amp behind him. My roommate looked at me and said “Did he take his pants off?” The answer to that question was absolutely. Yes. He totally took his damn pants off and was wearing ladies spandex yoga pants and rocking out. It was amazing. Best thing I have ever seen in the subway (yes that includes the woman w/Turret’s.) See the video above for a small piece of majesty. My favorite part was when he finished and everyone was clapping. He did not say thank you. He just had this smug look and tossed his head a little to say “yes. yes. I know. I know. I am the best.” Yessir, you are indeed, the best.
When we were standing on the NQRW platform he started playing this:
His name is Michael Shulman. You’re welcome.
P.S. Tabla was excellent.
xo,
riley
please sir, put that popcorn down! January 30, 2009
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NOM NOM NOM NOM
“There is a candy jar located about 4 feet from my new desk and i kinda judge people that frequent the candy. There is one lady….who is like really obese and I cannot believe she eats candy. It’s a really good deterrent” – Undisclosed awesome friend
This reminded me of a movie I recently went to with another very handsome friend of mine. I was seeing Doubt though that has nothing (or everything?!) to do with this story.
There was an extremely large couple sitting a few rows in front of us. The kind of people that are so large they have to lift up the arm of the chair and sit in TWO seats instead of one. Normally, I’m not one to judge someone’s snack consumption because you know SNACKS ARE THE BEST and I myself was sharing a popcorn and soda with my friend. BUT this couple had the jumbo refillable soda and popcorn and (I am going to reitterrate that I normally don’t notice that sort of thing) the man sitting in the aisle seat proceeded to get up 4X to huff and puff his way to the concession stand to refill those giant garbage receptacles with buttery filthy popcorn and what could no doubt be diet cola (it’s less calories, guys! I’m watching my figure.) I mean WHOA.
So guys, I would never presume to tell someone what they can and cannot eat but I never want to eat again. THANKS DOUBT.
If you want to date a rockstar you better get used to falling off the stage, bitch January 30, 2009
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My New BFF
I am a big fan of Rock of Love. There are so many reasons to love this show. Specifically, Vh1 is completely unapologetic about being pop culture’s trash can and I truly appreciate it.
In the first two seasons there were a few candidates in each season that were (somewhat) respectable girls. The final two are always a good girl//mom (jess, mombre) vs a stripper//slut (heather, daisy) and each season everyone knew he belonged with (but never chose) the stripper slut. Rock of love bus does not fuck around. I’m proud to say that every girl on this season is a total slag! To the handful of girls with real boobs: don’t expect to last long.
My favorite slag is obviously Ashley (Farrah coming in second.) She is truly amazing. She thinks everyone is lame and all she wants is a cheeseburger. Me too, Ashley. Me too. If you’re reading this can we be best friends? I hope you win and get your 15 minutes of fame and a spin off on VH1. Call me!
xo,
riley
